Midnight Pocket Groove

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[Verse 1]
Step in
Floor sticky
Lights low
My drink sweats through the logo cup
Shoes already slide on the tile

DJ
Drops something nasty
Neck snaps before I think twice
Shoulders arguing with my pride

[Chorus]
You got that funk
That late-night trouble
That sweat-on-the-lip
Heartbeat rumble
Don’t talk
Just move
Stay in that bubble
You got that funk
That funk
That double
Down groove

[Verse 2]
Her laugh
Cuts through the chatter
Gold hoops swing like a metronome
She waves me into her orbit

Two steps
Turn into twenty
We trade jokes
Trade names
Lose both
Only thing we count is the beat

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Hands up
Like rent just vanished
Like every bill paid for a minute
Like we all called in tomorrow

Bass line preaching in circles
Crowd sings every wrong word right
If joy had a sound
It’s this
Right here
Right now

[Chorus]